My America

Sheffield kept asking himself, what the **** is he doing? First of all, he must admit that he has no interest in shaping human lighthouses, nor does it need to be shaped. It can be packaged by brainwashing. The evidence is the history of the development of the United States.

And from the origin, he belongs to the vested interests of the United States, and is not a common vested interests. Thirty years ago, his family existed in the southern slave states. The grandmother's family has the name of Heweiwei who stepped on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean. Unless he is crazy, he will betray his class.

He can admire those who can betray his class, but he will never do it. Because Sheffield is a vulgar, in fact, even the grandfather who had never been masked, Sheffield did not think that this predecessor must be hostile to the United States, but it involves a very basic question. Who is the one in the United States?

In other words, who really should stand on the top of the pyramid and watch the busy people. The industrial capitalists think it is them, and the plantation owners think it should be us, it is such a simple disagreement.

"Have you had any contact with Yankee, what do they think of my family?" It was a question that Sheffield had to face squarely before graduating, but he was still a little vague and had to listen to other people's opinions.

"I have touched a few. They said that the Sheffield family is Dupont in the south, even more pervasive than Dupont, like an octopus, extending its tentacles to everything it can see." Carter said with a smile. The octopus looks like a sign, until Sheffield stares at him straight away, only to stop laughing.

"What are you laughing? Thinking of something happy?" Sheffield asked indifferently.

"Octopus?" Sheffield didn't bother with the cold place until the other party stopped. Suddenly Yaran smiled and said, "This is a good analogy, but my family seems to have made achievements in agriculture, animal husbandry and industry. It ’s bigger than the Dupont family. ”

If you stick the earth firmly in your tentacle like an octopus, it seems to be a very setting. Sheffield was thinking about this issue very seriously and had to say that this idea had taken root in his heart.

Looking at Sheffield's face with uncertainty, the remaining twelve people looked at each other and saw the doubts in the other's eyes. She was about to ask. Sheffield had first asked, "I haven't been here recently, have you bullied others? "

Sheffield said that it was like Annabel was admonishing himself, but only changed an object. Now he is admonishing others. After he got all the same, he said again, "Choose some family conditions are not good, but academic Great potential stocks, more help each other in life, which can also build a good reputation. Is n’t it money, even the upstart Rockefeller understands this truth. "

"This is also the purpose of our club, you can rest assured that William, we will not forget." Carter first spoke, and then we greeted with approval.

"It is to find an assistant for your own future, and you can also gain a good reputation. It's praiseworthy and not good." Sheffield, please forgive me for being so honest. "In ancient Roman times, don't let freedom Does Min and the manor stand together, otherwise if the slave rebels, what suppression? "

Sheffield later saw Bush ’s autobiography, and he did not write about Bush ’s outstanding talents throughout, but only said that he was an honest person and a sincere person. Regardless of whether this is true, can we be president sincerely? Not to mention the relationship between the washing powder incident and sincerity?

But he is the president of the United States. Bush's growth trajectory shows the importance of the family and blood relationship network. Just like everyone here, but these people can't do everything by themselves, they must need assistants to help themselves. This is the meaning of the existence of the liberal class.

However, in the modern society, the division between slave owners and free people is too straightforward. In fact, it can be called middle class. It is possible to create an illusion for the middle class, pretending that they are the masters of the country. This is now the top priority.

Stalin once said that the voter cannot decide anything, and the voter decides everything. In the previous life, many immature thinking guys like to equate democracy with votes, thinking that there will be democracy for one person and one vote. In fact, they do not understand that in so-called democratic elections, pre-screening is much more important than the final referendum. As long as you carefully design a pre-selection plan that will work before the election, you can ensure that no matter how farts vote, the people who come to power will not represent their interests. It only represents the interests of people like Sheffield.

It really doesn't matter if there is a disruption. It can also be operated as if it was sent to Hillary. In the end, there is no way. Isn't there a mental patient who happens to be there.

Just thinking about it, Sheffield felt that it seemed that the most leisure time in his life would soon pass. There are many things he has to do in the future. The short-term goal is to achieve the expectations of Galeries Lafayette, reverse the power imbalance after the Civil War, and let the status of the South regain the dominance of the establishment of the United States.

As for long-term status, Sheffield hopes that the Sheffield family's octopus nickname will become veritable. The impenetrable tentacles really turned into claws reaching out to the whole world.

"Don't come to me recently, I will be busy writing the final paper, and you can listen to it at that time." Sheffield has stood up, and seems to be a little tired because of the long journey. Although it is a walk, he must at least be able to pass the big face .

"Isn't it natural that you graduated, William? It seems that you are the only student in the Department of Oriental History. If you say something casually, who would dare to stop it?"

"My thesis has nothing to do with history!" Came the lazy voice of Sheffield who came to the door. "That's just my personal hobby. The reason why there is such a discipline is completely because of leisure."

The door closed slowly, and others regained their ease, but tacitly, they didn't mention anything about Sheffield just as if the person had never been there.

"Guess what he will write? Social welfare? Or civic duty? Or their family's old business? Economic discourse!"

"Who can guess this? He is a person who can't see through. Maybe he wrote an article about the environment. Who can guess it?"

Everyone you say one word, just a few words to disperse the awkward atmosphere just now. As Sheffield left, the pressure on them seemed to disappear magically.